Introducing "Just like Eve"

Breaking from its traditional non-fiction format, whispers of mystery is currently following Karina’s fictional novel, Just like Eve. Karina began the themes explored here in 2008, in a non-fiction book she titled The Feminine Mystery, alluding to Betty Frieden’s 1963 classic, The Feminine Mystique, which explores what Frieden calls “the problem that has no name” -- a problem Karina believes is Eve’s second curse to desire her (earthly) man, not sexually, but as a completion to her. Realizing her discoveries were too controversial for non-fiction, Karina decided to clothe her message in fiction, which is not her forte. For years, she tried many story-lines and faced much writer’s block. In late 2017, she birthed Just like Eve, utilizing a backdrop she could write about with her own sport of tennis, mixed into the storyline of her heroine getting kicked out of church for being the object of the youth pastor's temptation. In April, 2018, she took a step of faith to pray the Spirit would inspire her with an entry to post every month. Her prayers have been honored.

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Friday, April 12, 2019

12: Better than sex? Really?


            “Davie made me the best player I’ve ever been.”  Jasmine shakes her head, wondering if that should mean anything.  It’s been bothering her that some of what she misses must look so silly, so superficial.  Why then doesn’t she stop thinking about him?
            Mindy silently nods.  Go on.  Jasmine had put it out there, hoping Mindy might say something to relieve her unease.  “You energize me to play well, Mindy,” Jasmine continues.
            “But you’re really on when you’re playing with Davie,” Mindy adds.
            Maybe Mindy can help her work out this puzzle.  Is she overly preoccupied with her former mixed doubles partner?  “Yeah.  Everything about me was ‘on’ too.  Playing with him gave me a thrill.  Not just any thrill.  A really big thrill.  How do I say this?”  Jasmine pauses.  “I’ll just be blunt.  Playing tennis with Davie was better than sex.”
            Mindy looks at her stunned.  Really?
Jasmine pretends not to notice.  “I miss that.  Is it okay to want just our tennis partnership back?  Nothing else?  Just that chance to play again with the partner who makes me the best player I can be?”
            “I don’t think anything’s wrong with that.  If it really is ‘nothing else’?  Do you think you could do that?”
            Even Mindy questions it.  If Mindy questions it, everyone will.  The truth is, Jasmine doesn’t know.  She feels that she could, but isn’t sure.  “Maybe?”  If she’s honest with herself, it’s not just the tennis she wants to keep.  She also wants their conversations at The Alley afterward.  Those were like the nightcap to a great game.  What’s funny is they were the only two not drinking alcohol.  But they sure laughed like they were!  All they needed was pop, sitting together, and conversation between just the two of them, while everyone else could carry on about something else.  They especially loved to talk about those two topics you’re not supposed to: politics and religion.  Just like on the court, when they were like two players in one, at The Alley, they were also like two people in one, finishing off one another’s comments, sometimes speaking the same words at once.  It was wild.  And thrilling.  And also better than sex.
            Mindy gives Jasmine the benefit of the doubt, “If you can keep your relationship to just being doubles partners, then why don’t you?”
            “Because the church is freaking out. They  won’t allow it.”
            Mindy giggles.  “So if you want to knock some sense into the church, don’t tell them playing tennis with him is better than sex!”
            Trying to muffle her laughter, Jasmine holds up her right palm with her left palm down on an imaginary Bible.  Then she picks up her drink and the two friends toast, bursting into laughter.  Already, Jasmine feels better.  She’s with a great friend, laughing hard, and reminded of something most people think is not so superficial: sex!  If playing tennis with Davie is, for Jasmine, “better than sex,” then who wouldn’t get her pre-occupation?  They just couldn’t understand how tennis could actually be better than sex.  Even tennis players don’t believe that.  What kind of a weirdo does that make her?  But, Jasmine smiles, that’s the kind of weirdo she’s okay with.  If she’s odd for thinking tennis with a great partner is better than sex, she’ll take that oddity.  It’s the oddity of someone who gets preoccupied with the superficial that she doesn’t want.  Jasmine smiles.  Mindy never said, “Don’t worry, Jazzie, you’re good,” but she really has helped.
            “So I gotta know,” says Mindy, pulling into Jasmine’s weirdo nature, “Come on, better than sex?  Really?  It’s fun, yeah, and exciting for winning shots, but orgasmic?”
            “I never said it was ‘orgasmic’!’” Jasmine exclaims, too loud.  The restaurant instantly turns silent and it seems everyone’s eyes turn to table six, right on her.  Jasmine blushes.  More laughter at table six.
            Jasmine leans over and whispers the word again, barely audible, “’Orgasmic’ isn’t the word I would use to describe it.  Maybe ‘thrilling’ and ‘exhilarating’ all at once.”
            “OK, but, still.  Better than sex?”
            Jasmine shakes her head, wondering again.  “I don’t know.  Maybe you can’t compare them.  I can’t explain it.”
            “Try.” Mindy looks straight into Jasmine’s eyes, teasing her challenge.
            “I read his mind of what to do, where to be, how to hit, where to hit, how hard or soft to send the ball, how to strategize together, and I actually execute it.  I read his mind, my mind tell my body to do, and my body actually obeys!  I do it!  And, as you know, he’s already a great player without me, but even he says I make him a better player!  Even he plays better with me!”
            “You complete each other.”
            “Yeah.  We 'complete' each other.”  There's that phrase again, suggesting that mysterious second curse given to Eve that her "desire" would be for her man[1].  Are "desire" and longing to be "completed" the same? Jasmine ponders her question again.  Is part of Eve's curse that she longs to be 'completed' by the human man given to her?  Could this longing for completion carry over to boyfriends, romantic attractions, and Jasmine muses, smiling to herself, to be 'completed' even on a tennis court?
            Teasing herself for thinking superficial and silly again, Jasmine continues, “I feel his energy and cheers rooting me on.  His vibe takes over the whole court and I feed right into it.  It is totally exhilarating.”
            “Better than sex,” Mindy smiles.
Jasmine gives a definitive nod.  “Better than sex.”



[1] Although most translations use the word “husband” (your desire will be for your husband), the Hebrew word, AYSh, associated with Strong’s H376, is the same word often translated as “man.”  AYsh/H376 is also used in Gen 2:23 (taken out of the man), Gen 2:24 (a man shall leave his father and mother), and in Gen 4:1 after the birth of Cain (I have gotten a man).  For more, see The Blue Letter Bible’s explanation: https://www.blueletterbible.org/lang/lexicon/lexicon.cfm?t=kjv&strongs=h376


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